Forgotten
We are the people
Of the lost kindgom,
We have been forgotten for
The longest time,
No one likes us,
They pretend we aren't there,
They ignore us,
And we never are accepted,
For we are the forgotten.
We are the people
Who keep everything
Bottled up inside.
We are lost and lonely,
And we want to be noticed
But they still ignore us,
For we are the forgotten.
We long to be loved,
Long to smell the flowers blooming,
Long to be held by our one true love,
We long to be accepted,
To the normal race of mankind.
But they still ignore us,
For we are the forgotten.
We are the people
Who slash our wrists,
Who love to see people suffer,
We love to watch the fear
On people's faces,
As we walk into the room,
But we are still the forgotten.
We are scared,
And in deep pain,
But no one notices,
And they ignore our suffering,
We want help,
We need help,
But we are the forgotten,
No one can help us now,
The force is just to strong,
We want the world to end,
To make everyone equal,
To stop all the suffering,
But we cannot make that happen,
For we are the forgotten.
We don't know how to react,
To love and kindness,
So we ask of your service,
To help us,
To notice us,
To love us,
And forget that we are the forgotten.
Copyright © Tess Carson | Year Posted 2005
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